Hello! I'm RunawayFantasy, obviously, but I prefer to be called Alex. Anyways, I'm an artist, ranging from traditional to digital. I am also a singer, video maker and learning animator. I'm normally busy during the day, but at night I'm quite active, but don't be afraid to send me a message and say hi!
Great friends: (If I forgot you let me know I'm did this up extremely late)
u say Justin Bieber,I say Skillet
u say Taylor Swift,I say Breaking Benjamin
u say Lady Gaga,I say Evanescence
u say Miley Cyrus,I say KoRn
u say T-Pain,I say Three Days Grace
u say Emenem,I say Linkin Park
u say Jonas Brother,I say Green Day
u say Flowers,I say Mudvayne
Current Residence: Mobius/Castle City
Favourite genre of music: all but sad music
Favourite style of art: my style >:3
MP3 player of choice: uhhh.. my mp3??
Wallpaper of choice: LoZ, ZeLink, StH, Sonamy
Favourite cartoon character: SONIKKU!!,ZeLink!!
Personal Quote: "I am who I am!" or "Rawr!"
Unfortunate Events IndeedJuliet walked through the doors into the throne room, and approached the Princess who sat in the chair, looking unamused. She and the Princess were quite close, but the Princess had a habit of being unexpected with her actions and ways, which made Juliet feel uneasy.
Mostly since she knew the exact reason Zelda had summoned her suddenly.
“Good evening, your Highness.” Juliet said with a forced cheerful voice, bowing with a smile to the princess.
Zelda just nodded, not saying a word to the girl, which made her feel even more uneasy.
“Juliet…” Zelda began, as she stood up slowly, her blonde hair following gracefully with her movements. “I have a question to ask you.” She walked over to Juliet, the girls smile now faded and dread taking over the uneasiness as well as panic. “Where is Alex?”
A million thoughts raced through her head at this moment, trying to come up with something other than the truth. “W-well… You s-see d
Whose GardenAh yes, I remember the day quite well. Only because it was unlike any other I’ve known. It was after the war, the sky was an ash grey, and the plants, trees and flowers all around me where dead, the colour of death. Simply dead. I had on my cape, and some cloth to cover up my mouth, for ash was floating in the air, and it would have caused me to have an asthma attack. Anyhow, I walked past what once was a lively town. It was full of colour, alive and vibrant then. Now, as I walked those streets, it was all greyscale it seemed, and I was the only bit of colour in the world, but even my tunic was not very colourful. The houses where torn, broken, falling apart all around me. I looked up at the sky, trying to see the sun, the blue sky, or even a bird, but the air was still. Even the wind did not blow like they used to. I remember, after some time, I was particularly curious about one of the homes, and was drawn to it. I’ve never noticed it before, and never paid much mind to i
I Love You, Burn ItThe years after Alexander’s death started out slow but slowly picked up again.
Alex soon came to understand the meaning of her father’s death and that he wasn’t coming home ever again, but that didn’t stop her. Her mother, Jennifer, was stricken with immense grief, and cried most days and nights. Alex took it upon herself to do the regular household chores, and taking care of her mother.
It was hard to do, but she did it anyways.
After a few months, her mother slowly got better. She would occasionally smile at her daughter, and would help out with the smaller chores, and even cooked on the rare time she felt like she could.
Eventually, things went back to normal, or as normal as they could be without Alexander.
Of course the two missed him greatly, but there was nothing they would do about it. What was done was done, and they needed to move on. Besides, they knew he was always with them. Sometimes they woke up to find a flower on a window sill. Alex had no frien
Realistic NightmareAlex opened her eyes, slowly sitting up and holding her head. She couldn’t see anything, except for herself. Everything else was dark and black.
“Hello?” She called, looking around, and slowly stood up. No one was around.
What is this place? She thought as her eyes scanned the area for anything. There was nothing.
Except for the sudden laughter from a voice.
Alex jumped, and instantly went on the defensive. “Who is there?!” She called, steadying her voice to hide the confusion and fear she felt.
Fear was not a normal emotion for her.
“Oh, my dear Warrior, have you already forgotten my voice?”
She turned around, to face a girl who was a few years older than her.
Her hair was golden, even in this darkness, and fell past her knees. She wore an elaborate and elegant dress, and a golden crown with many gems. Her eyes were a deep sea blue and seemed to sparkle.
But Alex no longer trusted the innocent look her eyes gave off, and instead knew they were